The Rebirth Wife Of The Seventies (MTL) ✓

CHAPTER 82

    City People's Hospital.

    Zhou Ke had just returned from filling the kettle with water. Wearily took out a pile of money tickets from his arms and put them in the cabinet and locked it.

    One minute of the steel pin fell in the cabinet and rubbed it tinklingly. It sounded a lot.

    But this is not enough for Zhou Cunren's medical expenses for one day.

    Although Ye Qingshui had pre-stored two hundred yuan for medicine when he left, they still had one hundred yuan on hand, but the plan did not change quickly. The doctor suggested that grandpa undergo surgery to remove the tumor in his stomach, perform surgery, chemotherapy, and take medicine...

    With this disease, it's like a bottomless pit. It costs money everywhere. Three hundred yuan is only enough for two to three years.

    Zhou Ke no longer wants to ask Ye Qingshui for money. Sister Ye is willing to help them because she is kind, but they can't always pick up others. Although he also gave away the antiques at home, Zhou Ke knew that they were still taking advantage of others.

    Where can I get so much money in exchange for these things?

    But Zhou Ke was even more reluctant to see his grandfather not wanting to treat illness because of lack of money.

    He put down the kettle and left the room. When passing by a certain ward, he heard his grandpa's voice:

    "Comrade, I have eggs here, do you need it? And milk powder..."

    Grandpa's voice was a little quiet, and his attitude was Unprecedented modesty.

    Eggs, milk powder... This was given to grandfather by sister Ye to replenish his body. Through the crack of the door, Zhou Ke saw his grandfather's rickety waist, and his eye sockets were a little sore.

    If Mom and Dad are still there, it would be great.

    Zhou Cunren sold out his eggs and milk powder and walked out of the ward.

    He saw his grandson, and he was a little bit silly: "Master... I can't finish it. You don't have to eat such a good thing..."

    "I know." Zhou Ke said, "Grandpa, don't talk about it. I heard that drinking soy milk is also very useful. Nutrition, I will buy a few kilograms of beans and come back to grind tomorrow. I still need to take good care of my body."

    Zhou Cunren could only say anything, he could only touch the back of his grandson's head, and slowly returned to the ward.

    He also wanted to live a few more years, but they didn't have the money to treat the disease. They could save a little bit. Seeing such a small grandson working hard every day to make money, Zhou Cunren couldn't swallow these things.

    When Ye Qingshui and his wife came to the hospital, what they saw was this: the

    grandfather and grandson looked at each other , and the old man wiped his grandson's tears.

    Ye Qingshui was startled, "Ah, what's wrong, Ke'er dropped the golden beans?"

    Zhou Ke turned his head in embarrassment and wiped away the tears.

    Ye Qingshui squeezed his face and said with a smile: "Don't cry, what's the place to cry, you are going to become rich!"

    she joked.

    She handed the remittance slip sent by Grandma Xie to Zhou Ke. Zhou Ke looked intently and was stunned.

    Zhou Cunren glanced at him, and he was frozen as if he had been casted on the soul-fixing technique.